Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

... she gasped as she felt the bulbous tip of his penis brush over her vagina’s walls and plumb her as she rose and fell upon him in a slow but rousing rhythm, bucking her hips and submitting to the grip of his hands to her body as Julian coaxed her into moving on him in circular motions, her muscles clamping and working him relentlessly, for as long as her energy allowed and his demands made clear that he wanted.

Julian failed to coax her to lie down, to move off him. “When?”

“Later, all of that from you later!” she cried out, failing to stifle her cries as she was taken to different heights of pleasure, Julian’s energy seemingly inexhaustible. “I know how you want me…I know that now…I know how you want me!”

She panted harshly in her efforts and clung to him, putting her arms around Julian’s neck as he sat up and embraced her, kissed her throat, and shared in the heat of their bodies pressed together. He crushed her breasts to his hairy chest and slid caresses down her back, coaxing her to thrust her hips forward and back. She needed no encouragement to work him and succumbed to the burgeoning frenzy that Julian’s ways with her aroused.

The gifted artist was now her lover, the lustful admirer and possessor of her body. It had been a poorly kept secret and she had succumbed, was now giving of herself. Julian would be a passionate distraction from the ordered life she pursued with Jeffrey, a raging counterpoint to it all.

She might yet succumb to living out two ...

... lives and doing so close to home. The woman that many thought of as so withdrawn, closed in on herself, had another side to her nature that would have to be reconciled with the supposedly ordered life that she was seen to lead.

Julian’s hands covered her swaying breasts, and his thumbs rubbed over hard, erect nipples, forcing another low, deep moan to escape from her open mouth. She seemed to drag in every breath that she took.

“We do everything, just you and me. Or…or do you want me to slow down and not rush this?” Julian's voice was close to her ear as he again sat up and embraced her.

She could not answer him. Her crotch felt on fire as she was pulled onto him; her mind seemed to be lost in a fog of wanton pleasure, her eyes scarcely focussing. It was all about sensations, the possession of her body by a man that she knew.

“No! No, don’t stop! Julian…what are you doing?”

As she bucked her hips forward and back Julian’s fingers traced a path down and pushed against her ass, sliding beguilingly over it, prodding but not entering.

“You like it all ways, do you?”

“Just touch me there and keep on filling me! Make me cum…I want to cum with you!”

His fearsome grip on her hips tugged her down onto him, her movements rubbing his crotch against her mound, the brush of his hair exciting her wild movements.

Her hands gripped his chest as she fucked him. Her cunt was leaking, her juices slicking his belly as Julian’s penis slid in and out easily, her pussy’s ...